This opaque trend used to amuse both Meera and Krish alike.
Both used to pity their fate of being alone, while envying the next door happiness of a complete family.
Their continual silent ordeal was witnessed just by their loneliness.
The morning after, they used to steal routine glances through the panes, little to realize that the bond between them was not of the morning Sun , but that of a .... Darkness Inside.
This post is author's entry to Five Sentence Fiction.
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